Why so sad?
Walking around with them blue faces
She said I'm down on my luck
And it's something I gotta have
Blue faces
I hit the bank today and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it's breaking me honey
Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie with you
I could never afford not to afford
I could never put my plans to the side with you
I could never see a red light
Like a deer with a headlight
I freeze up when I re-up
See I barely have patience
And you're relating
Only the moment to complete us
Why you hate to work for it?
The reason I never went to work for it
See a nine to five was so jive turkey
But when Thanksgiving came that check didn't hurt me
You plead the fifth
I read the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I can shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
Why so sad?
Walking around with them blue faces
She said I'm down on my luck
And it's something I gotta have
Blue faces
I hit the bank today and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it's breaking me down honey
My home girl got a credit card scam
She got a scholarship to college but she don't give a damn
Intuition she got a broke bitch wishin'
She tell me this on the phone with the noodles in the pan
I know you, woman, I console you, woman
You feel like the universe owes you, woman
Oh the anticipation, of hoping you could make it
Bitches don't prosper chasing education
But you're talented, and can't handle it
And your homegirls can't be your manager
365 times four, plus more
If yan't get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina?
But shit, ain't no money like fast money
Even today I'm considered a crash dummy
A rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward?
My accolades better than all them
Why so sad?
Walking around with them blue faces
She said I'm down on my luck
And it's something I gotta have
Blue faces
I hit the bank today and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it's breaking me down honey
I love god, I love speed, I love drank, I love me
I love oceans in the deep
I love women, I love me
I love God
But I'm scared of god speed
Sometimes
I wrote this song looking at a broke home baby
You know the poverty stricken the little broke boy and babies
Somebody say "Kendrick American, they sho' is crazy"
And I said "why?"
Then he looked me in the eye, and said "nigga you fucked up"
You're banking on good luck, you wishing for miracles
You never been through shit, you're crying hysterical
You settle for everything, complain about everything
You say you sold crack, my world amphetamine
Your projects ain't shit, I live in a hut bitch
I'm living to keep warm, youliving to pay rent
I paid my way through, praying to Allah
You played your way through, by living in sci-fi
Bullshitting yourself, you talking to strangers
Same thing goes for the ones you came with
We all came on the boat looking for hope
And all you can say is that you're looking for dope
These days ain't no compromise
Your pain ain't mines half the time
A brand new excuse ain't nothing to me
Bitch I made my moves, with shackled feet
Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town
Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town
Cornrow Kenny
All morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrr
Morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrr, skrr
Cornrow Kenny
So many plays on me I finesse
Palisade views with some sex
I lost a lot of love for missionary
This the first time I react
Me and Top is like a Kobe and Phil
A father figure play with him, you get killed
Play with me and he will kill you himself
TDE the mafia of the west
Move in silence, yeah, we juggin' like that
Act of violence, yeah, we juggin' like that
I did a lot of dumb things in my past
Lord forgive me, hoping I don't relapse
Dave just bought a new nine eleven
Almost thought I'd seen another plane crash
Q just bought a brand new McLaren
Rock-a-lack about to buy the projects
Moosa got his son dripping in gold
Me? I'm about to let my hair down on hoes
Ali 'bout to let his hair down on hoes
Top billing that's a million a show
Might blow the whole Remy on Soul
Might tell Obama be more like Punch
Sounwave got a Grammy this year
Mack wop, bet he do what he want
Level two, level two
No I'm not done
You ain't gotta tell me that I'm the one
I could put a rapper on life support
Guarantee something that none of you want
Ten homies down and they all serving life
Rent is like 2500 hundred a month
What if I empty my bank out and stunt?
What if I empty my bank out and stunt?
You ain't gotta tell me that I'm the one
You ain't gotta tell me that I'm the one
You ain't gotta tell me that I'm the one
You ain't got, you ain't got
You ain't got, you ain't got
Tell me that, tell me that
That, I am the One
You ain't got, you ain't got
You ain't got
You ain't got tell me that, what I'm the one
Yes, I'm the one